Frey
The shrine hums to life with the same warmth that always precedes them, the air thickening until Colt’s skin prickles and her stomach twists with that telltale flush of arousal. The chimes sing brighter, the flame flares golden, and then Frey is there.
They sprawl lazily in the grasses like they’d been waiting all along, naked as ever and shaped into the perfect storm of Colt’s appetites. A grin splits their face the moment they spot the offering. Without hesitation they pluck up the sourdough, tear a thick piece from it, and stuff it into their mouth with unabashed delight. "Mmh," they hum around the bite, cheeks hollowing as they whistle low and sharp. Smooches, all zoomies and wild pup energy, skids to a stop and comes bounding back. With a slow pucker of lips, Frey leans down and lets the pup snatch a bit of bread straight from their mouth. The god laughs, low and rich, watching the dog bound off again before lifting their gaze back to Colt.
Their grin tilts wicked and approving. "Stronger already?" they echo, brow arched high as they lick a smear of butter from their thumb. "Mmh. Hungry girl." Their head dips in a nod, approval shimmering in their eyes as if she’d offered something far rarer than bread. "I like it." They stretch, languid and satisfied, rolling onto their side to lounge more comfortably, one arm pillowing their head while the other hand gestures her closer that they might explain what it was she was required to do.
Colt has been given a quest! She must
1. Test the tensile limits of something until it breaks
2. Complete a training thread with her quiver but she can only pull non-arrows out from it
3. Take something hard and make it harder
4. Use her quiver's sharpening-property in a regular thread to sharpen something that isn't an arrow.
They sprawl lazily in the grasses like they’d been waiting all along, naked as ever and shaped into the perfect storm of Colt’s appetites. A grin splits their face the moment they spot the offering. Without hesitation they pluck up the sourdough, tear a thick piece from it, and stuff it into their mouth with unabashed delight. "Mmh," they hum around the bite, cheeks hollowing as they whistle low and sharp. Smooches, all zoomies and wild pup energy, skids to a stop and comes bounding back. With a slow pucker of lips, Frey leans down and lets the pup snatch a bit of bread straight from their mouth. The god laughs, low and rich, watching the dog bound off again before lifting their gaze back to Colt.
Their grin tilts wicked and approving. "Stronger already?" they echo, brow arched high as they lick a smear of butter from their thumb. "Mmh. Hungry girl." Their head dips in a nod, approval shimmering in their eyes as if she’d offered something far rarer than bread. "I like it." They stretch, languid and satisfied, rolling onto their side to lounge more comfortably, one arm pillowing their head while the other hand gestures her closer that they might explain what it was she was required to do.
Colt has been given a quest! She must
1. Test the tensile limits of something until it breaks
2. Complete a training thread with her quiver but she can only pull non-arrows out from it
3. Take something hard and make it harder
4. Use her quiver's sharpening-property in a regular thread to sharpen something that isn't an arrow.
